I can remember when pants were pants. You wore them for twenty years then you cut them down for pan scrubs. Or quilts.
So there are cakes and pillows and colors galore but underneath this more obvious patchwork quilt are places like a quiet room where you can go and hold someone's hand and not have to say anything.
Hometown is like my quilts. Sometimes when you are in sweet dreams you don't feel it's comfortable.
Quitting on one's dreams isn't a way out because all it does is to bring forth some sufferings and quilts in one's life.
We stitch together quilts of meaning to keep us warm and safe with whatever patches of beauty and utility we have on hand.
My mom the fabulous Bertie Kinsey is an amazing seamstress. She quilts and sews and is so crafty. We call her the Southern Martha Stewart!
The obsessions of others are opaque to the unobsessed and thus easy to mock. NASCAR jazz baseball roses poetry quilts fishing. If we're lucky we all have at least one.
When first the college rolls receive his name The young enthusiast quilts his ease for fame; Through all his veins the fever of renown Burns from the strong contagion of the gown
The lives of most men are patchwork quilts. Or at best one matching outfit with a closet and laundry bag full of incongruous accumulations. A lifetime of training for just ten seconds.